Luyện nghe bài hát Kristi

Aw baby, she got a flip phone
Da-damn baby, I been
Been chokin' and it's so baby, we high baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg,
You a giant baby, you steppin' on these niggas'
Sometimes you gotta just ease that, ease left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, big
And them even harder, cause you's a dog
a, you's a fuckin' champ, these are puppies baby
They can't, can't fuck with you baby, Lord

Racks on racks on racks, (yeah) Dapper Dan all on my (right)
Double G all on my cap, (yeah) on a Maybach (smear)
Testin' that like Pap (smear)
eatin' that from the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah) Lil Pump, she makin' it
I'm to write Yammy a letter,
tell 'em I'm doin' way (right)
"Plain Jane" the of the year
(yeah) I'm just chasin' the lettuce
I'm a Klein model on billboards,
I did a campaign with the (right)
Adidas done me another deal and
Hennessy too, they got (alright)
videos in the PJs (yeah) then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sendin' me all these
clothes (right) momma just put it on
I run the shit like a relay, niggas have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my for me, and Jam Master Jay for TJ

Goddamn,
When it be raining outside nigga, you the
Cause shit just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, I'ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
Cause you just all over the fuckin' with this shit, baby
Niggas touch you

Trench coat mob is a Gadget
You wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
Fuckin' the Lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring your clothes to the like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel, no
Pap-pap, puttin' everything inside a
Track that, is gonna be a classic
Wrap that, put bitch inside a prophylactic
When I'm rappin', got no hard-on, tappin'
From a built on coke and pistol-packin'
See you flaggin' and they what you lackin'
Take you out and then they act nothin' happen
Amnesia got rid of the
in the hood where they blowin' on reefer
I follow the while you follow the leader
Now a nigga where they checkin' my Visa, look

Nah baby, what kinda phone you got?
Is that a Nextel baby, no, a Chirp
This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the
Nigga, you step it up
You need to get you a phone
Nigga you need to get one of fuckin' Motorolas, baby
Niggas can't track us, baby

Finger roll, roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin' on my enemies, I ain't even up the pumps, huh
Imagine I tie 'em up, yeah
I shake 'em, gon' need a crutch, yeah
And I ain't talkin' bitches
When I say they got their in a bunch
I'm talkin' niggas, I ain't nada
They talkin' figures, gotta be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace? You gon' have to up
Cruisin' in a Wraith, see if they make it
Pull up to the place, fucked her we met up
Yeah, I'm gettin' buzz, but I let up
I ain't a doctor, but I got my check up
up, check up, check up, check up
I'm playin' chess, you stuck on
That's why gang can never check us
They take your chain, and now you
Check up, check up, check up, up
I got a on my watch (wait)
I'm losin' track of
Cause I don't tick or no tock (yup)